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Sacramento International Poetry Festival 2000

Poets Hall Of Fame


The
"Poets Hall Of Fame"
has been a part of the program structure for the
Sacramento International Poetry Festival ever since it’s humble beginnings back in 1999.

It was created in order to give recognition to poets who,
over a period of many years have faithfully and consistently demonstrated a
self sacrificing spirit in behalf of the poetry/literary community.

Through a combination of hard work and tireless effort, both individually and as a group,
they have made a positive contribution to the “state of poetry”.

In addition, by sharing with others their valuable skills and experience,
have not only helped to promote poetry/literary concerns,
but have also helped to create a treasure trove of priceless memories.

Therefore in reality they have not only been instrumental in laying a solid “foundation”
for the literary community, they have actually become
“part of the foundation” that the literary community is built upon.



Recognition Award
For
Teaching



Traci L. Gourdine



Traci L. Gourdine chairs the California State Summer School for the Arts (CSSSA) Creative Writing Department, with which she has been associated since 1991.
Her poetry has appeared in many literary magazines.
Recently, her story Graceful Exits, was published in the new Norton anthology entitled, Sudden Fiction Continued.
She currently teaches at American River College and has lectured and taught at many California colleges and universities.
For 8 years she taught creative writing within the California Arts in Corrections program.



Poetry by Traci L. Gourdine


We Went Home After This

How He Stayed

Our clothes flew off the roof of the car
The old station wagon smelling of wood and leather
was full up with us four kids
loose and rolling unhindered
like apples out of a bag

For years I saw slivers of this night and wondered
Did dark clothes fly off that car
Did the suitcases spring their jaws and
cough our lives into the night?

I remember kneeling on the seat
to face backwards and view
my mother out in the night
My beautiful mother gathering up our tossed
belongings strewn like litter in the wind

Her face changed at each strobe of passing headlights
And I remember watching, for once stilled
at the way her face changed from assured calm, from
motherly endurance
into something else
I didn't know it then, but I was watching a woman
who had made some type of decision

She was no more than 32.
Too young to have 4 quick kids
Too young to be so hurt, she thought it best to run
before he, my father, wandered home to find
No dinner, no fighting kids, no barking dog in need of a walk
No wife self-exiled in the bathroom pacing a three foot space

I'd only know later at 32, then at 35, and most definitely at 40
what my mother's face in headlights meant
what the face of a woman looks like
when leaving, when running off
4 kids,some money, and slammed shut suitcases
Seems like a vacation to 4, seems like a good idea to her

But this is what I recall most of all
How she stood still for a moment
there in sweeps of light, our clothes balled up in her arms
like dirty laundry, she let us see her
she saw us too
faces in the station wagon
all of us watching, some of us learning
memories of her
failed escape

© Traci L. Gourdine
Someone's little girl sits on the worn warm of backdoor steps
Summer afternoon, half asleep yet full
she is licking the old sweet of something stained around her mouth

The air feels strange There is a rush from indoors
flannel trousers come
sudden with a suitcase
and a door slams, a plate or glass breaks but
a father keeps going. Keeps moving the air in such a way

Someone's little girl calls sticky questions
high pitched against his hurry
"Where ya goin' Poppy?"

She knows he was different somehow
It's the way light hits the ground,
how her collapsed doll becomes ugly and frayed
looks too specific, how he, her father trys to keep going but
stumbles a bit as if his legs are too heavy

she knows how
This is different than 'no milk in the house', a letter to be mailed
This is different than some buddy broken down without gas
This rush of air is some strange grownup wind
one she'd grow up to identify from the stillness in a house
in a bed, across a room
Such a wind can't tousle hair, shake a curtain hem
but sweeps up everything leaving building in sunshine
and people in
ruin
She'd learn

But back then
the wind stalls, it folds, loosens its grip on him
Her father comes to share the worn warm
hides his shame in his hands
says between his fingers,
"I could never walk away from you."
So he stays

© Traci L. Gourdine


Recognition Award
For
Lifetime Achievement



B. L. Kennedy



Born & raised in the Bronx, NY, B.L. Kennedy was lured to California years ago by its once free college system.
In his poetry, like a shaman, he inhabits both worlds simultaneously. Carrying within him a continuing tradition of the New York/San Francisco cafe poetry scene, he has infused Sacramento with a much-needed live poetry mania via the many poetry series he's created.
He convinced a mayor to declare an official Poetry Day, won numerous awards & grants, published repeatedly in book & magazine formats, all the while actively promoting the talents of others.
He is currently working on a biography of d.a. levy, as well as a collection of his trademark “picture poems.”



Poetry by B.L. Kennedy


Sonnet from: All That We Need Now Is
A Few Questions About Sex And Time Travel

Sonnet from: All That We Need Now Is
A Few Questions About Sex And Time Travel

1

The brightness of this room roars
trembling echoic voice & the epithalium
of secret alphabets from where I sit
in fogged nostalgia of California.

Far away from the luminosity of lovers
who decidedly deny love,
its dysfunctional whispers of sheltered
glass shattered worlds from brain to mouth,

Its political elite elucidates & stalks
with blind effulgence the hidden histories
of the western lands & the resurrection
of fear without the effort of lies seeping

Through doors & window from concrete vanities
& bleed from their ordained skulls to mine.

© B.L. Kennedy
75

And like in the movie
the evening star appears in the sky.
It's the first and brightest of the night,
and I wish like all those who have wished

throughout time and know that
"I will not live to watch it blossom
with temperance, fortitude and love."
The evening star lives.

Its wonders are kept in your heart and mine.
Its lineage shines across the heavens.
It does not stay hidden in clouds.
Its brightness covers the world.

And, as we live our dreams,
It appears majestic in midsummer sky.

© B.L. Kennedy


Recognition Award
For
Poetic Service



Joe Montoya



Joe is a San Diego born writer married to Jane, and has three children, Joey-22, Steven-19, and Angie-16.
He has written poetry for 25 years and is the founder of the highly successful series, Poetry Unplugged, held Thursday nights at Luna’s Café, in Sacramento. In the past four years, the series has received ‘THE BEST OF SACRAMENTO’ award presented by the Sacramento News and Review.

Joe collaborates with the Sacramento band, “TATTOOED LOVE DOGS”, co-founded by his brother, Vincent. Song, “Who Knows” appears on “GNASHVILLE”and three songs, “Sometime never comes”, “Trap”and “Tomorrow”, are on the groups’ second CD, “OKLAHOMADEJANEIRO”.
He has featured on Sacramento’s FM station FM 100.1, Fresno’s KFCF “Poetry to take you home by” and Frank Andrick’s KUSF show from San Francisco.
He has been the featured poet in series around northern California including performances at CSUS, Sacramento City College, Solano Junior College, Sierra JC and Bella Vista High School.
Additionally, he has featured for The Sacramento Poetry Center, Poetry Works Jazz & Poetry Series, Tower Books, Borders, Barnes and Noble, Sierra Nevada Music Festival, Poets Playhouse in Nevada City, and the Heritage Festival in Davis.
Joe also was featured at the first annual Floricanto Writers Conference, in San Jose, alongside premier Chicano writers and educators, Juan Felipe Herrera, Margarita Luna Robles and Alurista.
The “Joe Montoya Band” is his most recent project that uniquely combines spoken word and music.
He is the oldest son of internationally acclaimed poet, teacher and artist, Jose Montoya, and brother of Hollywood and stage talent, Richard Montoya, founding member of the hit comedy trio, “CULTURE CLASH”.

1999 Hall Of Fame Recipients

Ethel Mack Ballard
Luke Breit
Carol Frith
Laverne Frith
Be Davison Herrera
Jose' Montoya



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